Qin Jian said one word to the Nine Cauldrons.

But An Yin was not at ease because of this, and her hands holding his chest and clothes slowly tightened.

The old man is here, what should she do?

Liu Aijia had an abortion, and Qin Jian and Qin Xiu fought in the police station.

The whole meeting of these accounts fell on her.

What she couldn't explain even more was that... she was now in disheveled...

An Yin seemed to have seen her miserable end.

After going upstairs, Qin Jian did not take her back to his room, but placed her at the door of her room.

As soon as An Yin stood on the ground, her torn clothes separated from both sides, and hurriedly grabbed the pieces of clothes to barely cover the shameful place.

He stood in front of her in a well-dressed manner and looked at her from a high position, making her feel even more embarrassed.

"I'll ask you again, if you follow me, or should you face the old man yourself?"

After hearing this, An Yin felt sad. He said it very clearly. If she refused him, he would not help her again.

People who grew up in the Qin family have seen many ruthless things.

I also saw many intrigues and knew that without his protection, those people would rush over to trample her under their feet and ravage her hard.

But she didn't want to be a petty person like Xiao Yan and Wang Rongrong, and live in the contempt of everyone for the rest of her life.

After the incident in the cellar, she kept her heart carefully and tried her best to tell herself to be rational. She had nothing, but this heart still belonged to her.

"I will explain it to the old man."

Qin Jian's face turned cold, as clear and ruthless as the autumn wind. He glanced at her deeply, turned around and left, and his tall and straight back disappeared at the entrance of the stairs in a blink of an eye.

An Yin pushed open the door, ran towards the wardrobe, opened the door, and bit her lip.

Three years ago, she was thrown out by Qin Jian.

When she moved out of this room, she cleaned up her own things without leaving a single one.

At this time, looking at the empty wardrobe, I regretted it for the first time that I didn’t leave two sets of clothes for changing.

Desperately, he was about to close the cabinet door, but his eyes fell on the needle and thread box resting in the corner of the wardrobe.

When she lived here in the past, Qin Jian's daily life was taken care of by her. When the buttons fell off, she would help him nail them back.

So, all the spare buttons of his clothes were with her.

An Yin quickly opened the sewing box, and the things inside were like when she left, and had never been touched.

Most of Qin Jian’s clothes are high-end handmade, and they are out of print. There is only one piece of clothes in the world, so when you buy them, most clothes will be equipped with a whole set of buttons.

An Yin found a suitable set of shirt buttons, then took off her clothes and nailed the buttons as fast as possible.

****

Qin Jian returned to the downstairs, stretched his legs lazily and sat on the sand, leaning his head against the sand, closing his eyes to rest.

Deshun's voice came from outside the door, "Old man."

Qin Jian's expression was motionless.

"In broad daylight, why is the door closed?" Qin Hongzhang looked at the closed door and his face darkened.

Wu Ling replied carefully, "Young Master is in a bad mood, no one will let you in."

"Where is An Yin?"

"An Yin was injured..."

"I'm asking where is her?"

“Inside.”

"Let Qin Jian open the door."

"Young master... won't open..." Deshun looked embarrassed.

"Open the door." Qin Hongzhang's voice became cold.

Wu Ling did not dare to disobey the old man, so he had to go forward and push open the closed door.
Chapter completed!